Luyện nghe bài hát Spread Yo Shit

Ha This is DJ Seven
Fresh up out your momma's
So when she you know how I "come"
You know I mean, haha
We the "Dogg" hour
Where we give a shout out to my School Craft
Detroit's in the house, live at
Trice baby, check it out

I done did my of dirt, flipped my share of work
I'm the nigga that and slid through terror turf
Did it big with clever work-ers who hit the
In the back "bottled" up in that "Gerber"
For what worth, I ain't told the half
I'm rambling, ya'll dick handlin'
Tellin' my you don't know me
Niggaz the name's Obie, to expose these motherfuckas

I was down you had a lot to say
You should your business and walk away
Talkin bout me tryin to a way
yo shit 'round town
I really got time for you
With all that shit you do
Niggaz need and I do too
That's why I ain't fucking you

"I wonder would he pass" for
If a ass kick's inflected
It can happen quick, when spittin' shit
laying down you fag ass click
From your lips like a bitch
All I is something gotta give
I gotta live, it's not a poragative
Don't on "The Kid"
Lid your speach or rid you in the
It's so optional, but I will be
when I lodge at you, it's not hospital
Operating poppin' them hot slugs your abdominal
Now your got a funeral attendin'
Just for mentioning Obie the Henchmen
All I wanna do is make and "Bench" man
my weigth up the same shit that "Jay" said
Push your hate up, the AK's is
Motherfuckers Playing(*AK sound*)

When I was you had a lot to say
You should mind your business and away
Talkin bout me to find a way
Spread yo shit town
I really got time for you
With all ignorant shit you do
Niggaz need and I do too
That's why I ain't fucking you

That's why I fuck with you "kats"
Cause all wrap with ya'll
But is not an act at all
Run trap, get clapped and fall
Spread rumors, malignant tumors
Don't confuse with us choosen
patches won't cover the bruise
Channel "Two Anchors" won't the news
They never give a fuck when beef between crews
All I know is Obie paid his
Made his moves and bitch niggaz the truth
They rather see me laying in body booth
"Deep Six" rotten so the rats can
That's why I don't fuck with
Run and get ya'lls and thats really for ya'll
Talk behind backs but to him dawg
Wouldn't that your balls

When I was you had a lot to say
You should mind your business and away
bout me tryin to find a way
Spread yo 'round town
I ain't got time for you
With all that shit you do
Niggaz need and I do too
That's why I ain't with you

I was down you had a lot to say
You should mind your business and walk
Talkin me tryin to find a way
yo shit 'round town
I ain't got time for you
With all ignorant shit you do
Niggaz need and I do too
That's why I fucking with you

Fuckers Trice